in the space of absence (in process)

industrial foam found in broken bales off of commerce street. found useless tire tubes. each pod/womb piece is 8 to 9' in height and range from 8 to 18 inches in diameter

detail

Never blog when tired.

Mode of exception, the norm.
State of emergency, the norm.
Presences of artificially generated fear, the norm.
In perpetual transit, I am endlessly waiting.

Spectacle.
Spectator.
Speck.

Reacting against our spectator culture, I move away from spectation toward production, not mechanized but sensualized by the hand, by my hand. Mind and body work in synch in a non-knowing knowing. Meaning emerges from labor. Consciousness swims out of the interweaving of mind and body. Visceral making—visceral knowing. It is my rebellion.

Into the space of absence

Process shot (meaning I am not finished yet.)

TITLE In a culture imbued with a perpetual ambient pornography, where sex is everywhere except in sex, hunger everywhere except in hunger, having everywhere except in having, experience everywhere except in experience, I am left with an incessant wanting that has lost both its subject and object. This self substrate of wanting bares witness to an undifferentiated loss, an absence. Into this space of absence, I fall.

Found foam, truck tire tubes and baling wire. 9' x 1' x 1'.